A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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My Love....
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI
इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
The Kiss That Was
have you ever had a kiss
that took you on a bliss
and left you with shaking knees
MA ME TERI AARTI UTAR LUN
कर गयी पैदा तुझे उस कोख का एहसान है
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
MERI KHAMOSHI USE SUNA DENA
Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena
Kuch na sune toh aansu se fehli shayahi dekha de
JO MERE NAAM KE DANE HAI
इस जीवन की चादर में सांसों के ताने बा
My He(art)...
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
JIWAN ME GURUR JARURI NAHI
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